Look into that sea of white
buttons, white socks
anonymous faces
masked curiousity, a bundle of questions
about life, changes, pimples
sweaty P.E shirts
sticky water coolers
teen-hood
unbelievably X-file-ish
Standing in front
pretending
I have it all together
I've been through this
I know more than you do
A silly farce
of insecurities
knowing that I have still not changed
uncertain
do I have it right?
Wanting to make them question
but find myself only equipped to provide answers
trying to emphasize our difference
our distance
but discovering
we're still at the same point
on exactly the same side